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Chapter 1 Luna No More

*The Alpha King Arlo*The trees are thinning.That’s how I know we’re close. The pines are shorter here, more decorative than wild. There’s too much sky overhead and not enough dirt underfoot. Alpha Soren’s territory always felt too… clean.Boring and staid. Just like him.Our run slows to a walk as we shift, fur giving way to skin, claws retracting. The silence of paws replaced by the soft sound of boots on soil.My men fall into formation behind me. We’ve covered the miles between my pack and Soren’s swift and silent. There’s no point in wasting energy now.My Beta Percy appears beside me, his silver-threaded cloak resting over one shoulder. He resembles some prince from a fairytale. Perfectly groomed and neat as a pin.“You look like you swallowed a whole porcupine,” he says, stretching like a cat.“Just thinking,” I grunt.“That usually means something dangerous is about to happen.”I don’t answer. Instead, I watch the treetops sway as if they know what’s coming.“Tell me again,”

Chapter 2 The Ghost and the Flame

(Arlo)I head to the war room. Very pleased with my own timing.I walk its length slowly, my boots echoing over the tile, letting my presence settle in every crevice.The chair creaks as I pull one back. The one at the head of the table, of course, and drop into it like I own the place.Outside, I can hear the frantic murmurs from the courtyard. No doubt the ceremony is stalling, the priests fidgeting, Soren sweating through his collar. Good. Let him flounder.Moments later, the doors swing open and in comes Soren, looking every inch the man who knows he’s lost control. Cerelia follows two paces behind, pale and pristine, like she’s been carved from serenity itself.“King Arlo,” Soren begins, voice careful. “How would you like to proceed?”“I’ll let you know once I’ve spoken to your Luna.”Cerelia tilts her head. “I’m right here.”“I wasn’t referring to you.”Her mouth tightens and Soren clears his throat.“Hilda’s not-”“According to my records, she still is,” I interrupt. “And I’d

Chapter 3 I Want Her

(Hilda)My body still holds the heat of Arlo’s touch when he calls for Soren and his council.I don’t leave. I need to hear what he has to say.They file in slowly. Alec looks everywhere but at me. Soren enters last, lips pressed into a grim line, jaw set. No one speaks until the door clicks shut.Arlo remains seated at the head of the table, perfectly composed, but the force of his presence fills every corner of the room.“Sit,” he says coldly.They obey immediately.“I’ve seen weak packs before,” Arlo begins, voice smooth but laced with venom. “I’ve seen dying ones. Leaderless ones. Packs clawing themselves apart from the inside.”No one dares move.“But what I’ve seen here tonight sickens me.” He leans forward, hands clasped before him.“Hilda is a champion who came within a breath of dying for you. Your Luna. And when she scraped herself back from oblivion, you repay her by attempting to erase her.”The shame in the room is so thick I could choke on it. Even Cerelia looks away.“S

Chapter 4 The Hunt

(Hilda)The forest is alive with the sound of celebration.Wolves dart between trees, their yipping laughter echoing through the night like music.I want to run. Want to feel the freedom Arlo assured me I’d feel soon. But my body disagrees.Each step sends a warning through my ribs. My muscles ache with the dull throb of weakness. I’ve been idle for too long and my body is letting me know I’m not ready for this.I used to be the quickest wolf in this pack, now I can barely maintain a trot. And beneath it all, the bond still sings, low and relentless, like a wire pulled too tight.Arlo’s wolf disappeared into the trees ahead of the pack, his massive form cutting through the underbrush like shadow incarnate. I haven’t seen him since. But I feel him. Somewhere nearby.It should be comforting. It isn’t.I shift late. The pain of it nearly buckles my legs, but I grit my teeth and push through. My wolf is lighter now, lean from the period of recovery, but she’s still here. Sharp-eyed and st

Chapter 5 The Claim

(Arlo)The scent of blood is still thick in my nose. Not hers, thank the gods. But I’ve been smelling it all night.And if I think too long about how close she came to dying, my hands still itch to shift. To destroy something. Someone.They gather again in the courtyard by first light, summoned not by request but command. The Alpha King doesn’t ask. He tells.Hilda stands beside me. Not quite leaning on me, but close enough that I feel the heat of her.She insisted on walking, despite the medic’s protests, despite the fact that her shoulder is still half-stitched and her breath shallow.Stubborn. Damned infuriatingly brave. Fucking perfect in every way.She hasn’t said much since the hunt. A few quiet words. A challenge, even while half-conscious. But her silence now says more than a speech ever could.She wants them to see her like this. Standing, unbroken, despite everything they’ve done.Good. Let them look and see what they’ve lost.Soren comes out last, flanked by Cerelia and hi

Chapter 6 The Weakness in Me

(Hilda)The bed is too big, too soft and too unfamiliar.I perch on the edge, knees drawn up, blanket pulled tight around my shoulders, pretending the copper tub across the room holds more promise than pain relief.My body is one big ache. Ribs splintering, shoulder hot from the wrap, but that’s not what keeps me wired and twitching.I can still feel his hands on me. Not in the way I expected, nothing greedy or arrogant, but in the way he touched my shoulder last night like it mattered to him that I survived.And gods help me, I wanted him to keep touching me.I should hate this.I should hate him.But the bond won’t let me lie to myself.It pulls and coils like fire beneath my skin. I’ve never felt anything like it. Not even with Soren. That bond was warm. Gentle. This is… raw. Primal. A snare laid under my own feet.I don’t know what to do with it.The food’s gone cold. The fire’s burned down to embers. My eyes burn from lack of sleep, but I can’t make them close. Not when every

Chapter 7 A Glimmer of Hope

(Hilda)I wake to the sound of rain tapping softly against the window.It takes me a moment to realize where I am.Not the too-firm mattress Soren insisted on sleeping on. Or the cot I recovered in after the war.This bed is impossibly soft, the sheets clean and thick, and there’s warmth at my back that makes me ache in a whole new way.Arlo.He’s still asleep, one arm slung over my waist like he never intends to let go. His face is softened in sleep, all the sharp edges dulled just enough to remind me he’s more than a title. More than the beast the world calls him.And last night… gods.I should feel shame. Maybe even regret.But I don’t.For the first time in what feels like forever, I feel like I can breathe.My body still hurts, of course, although it’s healing faster from proximity to my mate. But the ache of loss isn’t the only thing I feel anymore. There's something else beneath it. Warmth. Hope.I slip from the bed carefully, ignoring the part of me that wants to curl back i

Chapter 8 What We Leave Behind

(Soren)I shouldn’t be here.Not this close to the border. Not with Cerelia sleeping soundly in our bed, believing I’m still next to her. Not with the moon heavy and bright overhead like it’s watching me.But I can’t sleep. Not when every time I close my eyes, I see her.Hilda.The bond is gone. Broken cleanly, officially and honorably. I made my choice. She accepted it. That should be the end of it.But it doesn’t feel like an ending.I’ve walked the eastern edge of our territory three times now, feet dragging through pine needles and damp soil.It’s stupid. I know it’s stupid. Arlo’s lands begin just beyond the ridge, and only a fool would test the patience of a king like him.Especially for a woman he’s already claimed. Especially when I have a new mate.And yet.I press a hand against the tree nearest me, steadying myself. She looked so small when they walked away.Fragile in a way she never used to be. She’s always been petite, but never weak. I’ve seen Hilda broken, bloodied

Chapter 9 His Former Mates

(Hilda)Arlo leaves with a kiss to my forehead and a quiet, “I’ll be back before nightfall.” The door shuts. The bond squirms and refuses to settle, a pulse I can’t ignore.Servants come and go. They’re polite, efficient, and afraid. Hands tremble when they set down a tray. Eyes skim past me like I burn.“Why are you nervous?” I ask a middle-aged woman with a kind face.She glances at the door, then leans in. “There are… stories about the King.” A whisper, barely sound. “About what happens to his mates.”My heartbeat stutters. “Mates… plural?”“They say his former mates disappeared.” Pity sharpens her gaze. “Please be careful. He’s powerful. He doesn’t take rejection well.”She leaves me with that and the room grows too small. I try logic. I try breathing. All I hear is vanished. All I feel is the echo of Soren’s rejection and the stupid, stubborn hope I let grow in its place.Hours drag. Arlo doesn’t return. I tell myself it’s nothing. I tell myself a lot of things. When the sun slid

Chapter 10 Building Bridges

(Hilda)I tell him I’ll stay.Not as his mate. As a warrior. I’m not ready to plan a future with him. We’ll have to see what happens in time.The words feel like I’m building a fence inside my own chest. Arlo listens, jaw working once, eyes not leaving mine. He doesn’t argue. He just nods like a king approving a treaty he didn’t ask for.“Fine. I’ll give you the space you need. You can earn your place on your own terms and make up your mind about me at your own pace. When you’re ready, I’ll be waiting.”A promise and a test in the same breath.I enter my room and sit on the edge of the bed, trying to breathe through the restlessness. I can still feel the ghost of Arlo’s breath against my skin from earlier, warm and stubborn. The bond hums, wanting and unhelpful.Arlo barely knocks before he enters, not waiting for permission.“I wanted to see how you’re feeling.”“I’m fine.”“You’re not.” He stops an arm’s length away, as if the space between us is a third wolf we’re both trying not t

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